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 Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 2:30 pm
 The supplies for her shop was dwindling considerably for the rate she was selling her magic infused dream-catchers. She had made at least hundreds within the month as witches and non magical beings came in hoards to protect themselves from the nightmares that plagued them. Its was daunting and tiring as she gathered what little materials she had left. Though she had moved to Claus Arbor, and set up a small shop, even there it was steady busy. She was pleased that she could help more then the profits she earned.
Sighing, she moved her thoughts from the depression she felt every time she ran low on supplies. It meant a trip to the dreaded Moonfall city where she could find the colors for all the things she needed. The searching and buying of supplies wasn't what bother her, it was the bright lights, too many people and scents that assaulted her wolf senses that kept her from visiting the city more then she cared for.
She walked the beaten trail path from the forest to the city, watching as the padded dirt became stone and then into smoothed road ways. There were none of the monstrous cars that the rich invested in, nor was their anyone at the gates of the city Moonfall. She stopped in front of the gates regardless and looked around, sniffing at the wind and sighing when the scents started to overwhelm her. Food, people, Cars, gas, smog all invaded her and had her nose sneezing. In sympathy, her familiar stepped out of her shadow and walked along side her. Savage could always be counted on when they made their venture into Moonfall.
"Beyond this city Savage, we only came for supplies, try not to wander away." She said in a crisp yet airy tone as they entered the streets. The place she wanted...was the Bazaar of shops. And lucky for her, she was heading into the pit of society, just where a Mononoke like herself was either feared or revered. Depending on how you looked at it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 12:30 am
 Requiem had not visited Moonfall for several months, though he had grown up in the bustling, crowded city and his parents still resided there. After his graduation from the academy, he had moved from the dorms to Lumena, winding up in an apartment with his best friend, Lycander unexpectedly. They had spent most of their free time lately decorating and redecorating their flat, trying to make it look presentable for future company. Requiem played the piano while Lycander cooked, and it had become a habit for them.
However, Requiem's parents had written to him, telling their son they missed him and wished him to come for a visit. Grudgingly he had agreed; it was not as if he disliked his parents. On the contrary, he loved and respected them very much. It was the travel he disliked; that, and the fact that Lycander could not come with him due to prior engagements.
So, Requiem had set off alone, spending most of the morning getting there, and the rest of the early afternoon with his parents. But now they had gone out for a few hours to a concert, and Requiem was left to his own devices in the duration.
Wandering around Moonfall made him slightly nostalgic, though Requiem much preferred the quieter Lumena; it held more meaning for him, at least. After a few moments of aimless wandering, his hands in the pockets of his black slacks, Requiem found himself in the Bazaar; a myriad of odd, mismatched shops that sold everything from fresh fruit to tools for magical enhancement.
He was not a big fan of crowds; for the most part, though people could not tell from a first glance just what exactly he was, Requiem felt separate from the rest, keeping his gaze straight as he walked, focused on where he was going.
Paints, that was what he needed; paints for Lycander. He knew his roommate would appreciate them, at the very least, and he wanted to make him smile. Requiem made his way quietly towards one of the more artistically inclined stands, eyes moving over the brushes, the colors, the canvases...
Someone jostled into him from behind; the street was overcrowded, and Requiem found himself knocking into the person next to him.
"Sorry," he murmured quietly, ducking his head in a small bow of respect without really noticing who the person was, other than that it was a young woman.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 11:26 pm
It was beginning to seem like a trial to get through the crowd in the Bazaar. Graveyard was wishing instead of coming in the peak of its busyness that instead she had come earlier in the morning. However to leave her shop so early was more irresponsible then she cared to test. Even now she felt the pull of her magic in the small village, demanding that dream catchers be made for the customers she had seen but not actually seen in her visions.
Even as such, she had been hit with a minor vision that had diverted her attention from walking and instead being swept up in the crowd, ran straight into a male witch. He apologized to her and bowed his head which made Graveyard smile softly.
"It is I who should apologize U-la-si-gi Sa-quu(Dark One). I was swept up in the crowd and failed to see where the river of people would fork me too." She reached her hand over to tip the boy's head up and smiled at him still, "Ah, You are one of wishes. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Graveyard, and this surly fellow is Savage, My familiar." She pointed to the small black wolf as she looked from the wolf and then back at the boy, her tail slightly wagged in a sign of calm acceptance and friendliness.
"I hate to be a bother U-la-si-gi Sa-quu, but it seem's that you know Moonfall very well. May I borrow you to help me find a couple of shops?" She turned her head around slowly as more people bumped into her and sighed, "There are too many scents for accurate navigation now."
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